Good Sensations Read online

  Good Sensations

  eBook Edition

  Copyright © S.L. Scott, 2013

  All Rights Reserved.

  Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Published in the United States of America

  ISBN: 978-1-940071-10-7

  Cover design by Sarah Hansen at OkayCreations.com

  Cover image by JHorrocks

  Interior Design by Angela McLaurin, Fictional Formats

  “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.” ~ Alfred Tennyson

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  A Personal Note

  About the Author

  “Evan?” Mallory is staring at me, but her face is expressionless.

  “Hi there.” I wait for any reaction other than shock—happy, mad, maybe even confusion. No, I don’t want her to be mad or confused.

  While I wait for what feels like minutes, I notice how much she’s changed in the last month. Somehow, she’s managed to become more beautiful than I remember and video chat definitely doesn’t do her justice.

  She has no make-up on and her hair isn’t styled, but the best part is, she’s practically naked with her robe exposing the top of her pale pink bra and it makes me curious if her panties match. My ring is on her finger—exactly where it should be, but this weird feeling builds in my chest and I start to wonder why she’s coming to the door undressed like this if she didn’t know it was me.

  Easily distracted, her breasts are rounded at the top of her bra, which makes me want to fucking attack her. I hold back though. A—because I’m holding flowers that are heavy as hell and B—because her roommate is standing to the side of us, forming an obtuse triangle of awkwardness since Mallory hasn’t said anything other than ‘Evan.’

  I look at Sarah, who helped me set up this surprise after Sunny gave me her number. Mallory looks at Sarah, and Sarah says, “I’m going to head over to Josh’s place and stay over there this weekend. We’re going to that party if you guys want to join us.” We both look quickly back at each other, knowing we’re not going to any party. We glance back to Sarah, who puts her hands up, and laughs. “Guess not. Okay, sooo…” she walks over to Mallory and hugs her. “Happy birthday.”

  After setting the large vase of flowers down on their dining table, I get Sarah’s attention before she rushes out the door, “Hey, thanks for helping me surprise her.”

  She giggles. “No problem and it was nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you, and Mal’s shown me pictures from summer. Hawaii is beautiful.” She grabs a bag near the door. “She’s a great girl. Take care of her.” As she walks out, she sings, “Have fun, you two.”

  Mallory hasn’t moved from her spot or said anything. But when she does, my heart starts racing. “What are you doing here?” As if she doesn’t trust her own eyes, she blinks hard. When she opens them again, I’m smiling because she’s just so damn cute. “You’re here,” she says.

  “For your birthday. I came to make your birthday wish come true. I’ll give you anything you want.”

  “You. I only wished for you.” Her expression changes, the reality of me being here, standing in front of her, sinking in. Tears fill her eyes then one slips down her cheek.

  Not able to stand the distance any longer, I move to her, taking her in my arms and hold her tightly to me. “That’s why I’m here. How could I not grant your only wish?”

  “I can’t believe you’re here.” Her voice shakes in obvious resistance to crying. I feel her body tremble against mine as she hugs me, embracing me fully. “You did this for me?”

  Stroking the back of her head, I wind my fingers into her hair, and try to calm her, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “You didn’t upset me. It’s just… you’re here…” She presses her cheek against my chest, fists my tee, and says, “…you’re the best birthday present I ever got.”

  I chuckle. “I love you.”

  She looks up at me, disbelief still residing in her eyes. “I love you, too. I love you so much, Evan. I can’t believe you’re really here. Like here here.”

  I kiss the lips I’ve so desperately missed and she kisses me back just as eager. Everything in the world seems to be right in this moment. I’ve got my girl back in my arms and life is perfect again.

  When our lips part, I quirk an eyebrow, and ask, “So tell me, do you always answer the door in your underwear?” I’m half joking, but half not.

  The right side of her mouth goes up and I prepare myself for a smartass remark that she’s so good at delivering. Instead, she pulls her robe closed and says, “If you don’t like what you see, I can always cover up.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don’t misunderstand. I like what I see,” I say, taking the robe lapels in hand and slowly pulling them apart to reveal her sexy collarbone and the tops of her breasts. “As a matter of fact, I want to see more. But I don’t want other guys to see.”

  She lifts up on her tiptoes and kisses me, commanding my lips apart. I give in and our tongues embrace. It’s been too long, my body reacting and responding. She’s the only one who does this to me.

  Rational thoughts cloud my dirtier ones of what I want to do to her. I push those sensible ones aside because we have time for reasonable and respectable another day. I need her too much. Walking her backwards through the living room and down the short hall, I stop. With my lips pressed against hers, my eyes search for signs of which open door leads to her bedroom, or more importantly—to her bed.

  She giggles. Leaning back, looking me in the eyes, she nods her head to the left. “It’s this one.”

  I spin her around, pulling her into the room by the sash of her robe, and kick the door closed. That makes her laugh and seeing that beautiful smile and her happy eyes make all the planning that went into this trip worth it.

  Standing next to the bed, we look at each other in the soft light from the bedside lamp. Removing the hideously obstructive robe from her body, I drop it to the floor.

  Our smiles disappear and that familiar intensity that formed our bond back in Hawaii exists again. It’s comforting, but engulfing, making my chest ache in the most painfully acute way and my heart feels grounded in her. This is right. This is us, and I can finally breathe again.

  Whispering, she questions my stalling. “Evan?”

  Cupping her face, I kiss the tip of her nose. “We can wait… if you want.”

  “I don’t want to wait.”

  There’s a confidence to her response that convinces me to move forward, but I know what I want, but I’m not sure what she wants—to make love or fuck. She s
its on the end of the bed and takes off her bra.

  I’ve experienced a myriad of emotions since I met Mallory, but nervous was never one of them until now. I can tell she’s a little nervous too by the shy smile she gives me when she stands to take off her underwear.

  When she sits back down, she tugs me by my belt loops. I’m hard and can’t hide the fact, so when I look down at her lying beneath me, her eyes meet mine, and she says, “I want to be with you.”

  “Oh, thank God. I don’t think I can go another day without you.” Reaching into my pocket, I produce a condom and toss it on the bed. I strip my clothes off in a hurry. They all fly off and we move to the top of the bed where I lay above her, so ready to be inside her, but I slow everything back down, wanting to appreciate the act of reuniting with my girlfriend.

  I start by kissing her neck and when I reach that spot just below her ear, the one that makes her giggle every time, she lets a small laugh out and rolls her head to the side allowing me to reach every inch of her. Using my tongue and lips together, I gently suck, but not enough to leave a mark. She moans and that’s when gentle flies out the window. My hips drop down and I press my cock against her, needing the feel of her.

  With a slow blink of her eyes, she licks her lips. She fucking licks her lips, driving me wild. “You’re a tease.”

  “It’s not teasing if I plan on following through.”

  “So you have a plan?”

  “Lots of them,” she says, her voice raspy as I rub against her, making her breaths come harder, building her desire.

  “Nothing like when a plan comes together,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.

  “Yep, nothing like coming together.” She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me by the back of the head down to kiss her. “Less talking and more coming.”

  “You sound like me, bossy pants.”

  “No pants on here.”

  Lifting up, I scan down her naked body and then back up. “You’re right. Less talking and more coming.”

  The emerald of her eyes draws me in, and it’s so easy to see why I fell in love with her—all her emotions lie there. I run my hand over her cheek and into her hair, admiring everything I’ve missed so much. Mallory’s tan has faded, her hair seems darker, and I suspect she has lost some weight. But the look in her eyes still sets my soul on fire every damn time.

  She wiggles under me and with a shy smile, says, “Are you okay, babe?”

  “Yeah, I just missed you.” I lean down to kiss her quickly and reach for the condom to rip it open.

  “Let me.” She takes the packet from my hand.

  Leaning up on my elbows, I watch her fingers carefully roll the condom over my hardened length. She glances up at me once, timidly, but then returns her focus downward. My erection twitches in response to her loving attention as she drags her finger along the underside, from base to tip.

  She lies back and I lower myself down, pressing my hips against her heated center. I kiss her as she wraps her arms around my neck, then push into her, slow and careful.

  She feels incredible, more than incredible. An overwhelming sensation drags me under when my hips meet hers. I stop even though all I want to do is go, but I give her time to adjust. In all honesty, I stop because I’ve lost my mind and control of my body. All I feel is her—beneath me, arms holding me, legs as they twist around my middle—Mallory consuming me.

  I drop my head to the side, next to hers, and swear, “Fuck, I’m never gonna leave.”

  “You’re never leaving my apartment?” Her whisper has an edge of a moan surrounding it.

  She starts wriggling and I halt her movements, her reactions speeding up my own. I’ll fucking come instantly if I can’t get my mind in order, and she definitely deserves more than a one-minute reunion fuck. “I’m never leaving your pussy.” I pull back and push in again. Her eyes close and I can tell she’s right there with me.

  “Mmmm, I missed you so much,” she says. “You feel so good.”

  Bliss builds deep within, coiling inside. I lean forward, rubbing the base of my cock against where I know she needs it.

  She sighs her pleasure and softly demands, “Yes, right there, Evan, don’t stop, just like that.”

  “Oh, fuck!” I slam into her twice, causing her to squeeze me into oblivion, both of us giving into our orgasms.

  When our bodies subside from the tremors, I roll off of her, and collapse onto the mattress. Dragging her against my side, I wipe away the stray strands of hair that are stuck to her face. I kiss her on the sweat-dampened forehead and stick the tip of my tongue out, touching it against her just enough taste her. I’m starting to feel like a psycho, but I need to taste her.

  “Did you just lick my forehead?” she asks, quietly and skeptically.

  “Um, might’ve.”

  “Okay,” she says, treating me like what I just did is normal. I appreciate the lack of judgment.

  After a few minutes of cuddling, we get up. I go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and take care of business before returning. Climbing back under the covers, I wait for her to come back to bed. She walks in, but detours to the bathroom. I notice how cold the bed feels without her.

  She returns with a small smile, crawling back into bed, and right into my arms. “My memories don’t do you justice,” I say, “and yet in my memories, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

  Resting her head on my chest, her hand rubs my side. “Stop or you’re gonna make me cry again.”

  “As long as they’re happy tears, cry away. I love you, Mallory.” I sound serious even to me.

  “I don’t think it’s possible to ever love anyone as much as I love you.” Her head tilts and I can tell her gaze is on me. “I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

  “It does quite the opposite.”

  Her fingers tinker across my abs as she confesses, “This is… we’re more than I expected to find. Does that make any sense?” Her voice is soft like her skin.

  We’re starting to talk in a roundabout way, touching on our true feelings, but not saying anything too direct. I’m just going to say what I really want to. “This may be too soon to admit, but being away from you this past month has confirmed what I was feeling back in Hawaii.”

  “And what is that?”

  “That one day you’re going to marry me. There’s just no other option for us.”

  Her head lifts quickly, her beautiful eyes meeting mine as she sits up to face me. “Evan, do you really feel that way?”

  “Yes.” My voice is not as strong as my feelings. “Did I say too much?” I hope I don’t scare her. “You just always seem to be on my mind—a factor in all my decisions.”

  She gulps, her gaze roaming the features of my face. “This has happened so fast and been so crazy since we met. I thought we were being playful, even a little idealistic. I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me.”

  Looking at her sitting naked beside me, she’s so comfortable in herself and her surroundings— so comfortable with me as I stroke her cheek. Sliding my hands around her, I pull her onto my lap, leaving nothing between us. “I don’t feel pressured. I’m saying what I feel.”

  I shift and my hand reaches up to find the comfort zone of my hair, but her hand catches mine and she brings it to her mouth to kiss my palm. Her eyes don’t leave mine as her tongue slips out to press a wetter kiss against my skin.

  She’s mesmerizing and stunning, breathtaking. I think I momentarily stop breathing, but I’m not sure. My heart beats heavily waiting to hear what she says next.

  “There will never be anyone else,” she states, firm and confident.

  “No one, Mallory. You own my every thought, my heart, and my soul,” I respond without letting my own insecurities stand in the way of telling her everything I feel. The confession almost makes me want to drop down on bended knee or something. “Shit, this is intense. I might need a cigarette.”

  “No cigarette will change what we feel. It’s intense because
we’re admitting our deepest thoughts and fears, babe. This will make us stronger when we’re apart.”

  “After this semester, nothing will ever come between us again. I promise you that,” I say, assured in every one of my words.

  Her voice is low, a bit husky, and completely fucking sexy when she says, “You once told me you only believed in the ‘right now’ kind of girl.

  Flipping her onto her back while holding my weight above her, I lightly tickle her ribs, and say, “I just hadn’t met the right girl yet.”

  She’s giggling when she asks, “So you think you’ve found her, do you?”

  I grin, knowing she’s fishing for more. After a sweet kiss to the forehead, I press my lips against her ear and whisper, “I don’t think. I know I have.”

  She’s quiet in contemplation. I can tell by the creases formed between her eyebrows. They give her away every time. “How long can you stay?” Mallory asks, slipping out from under the covers and standing at the end of the bed. The low light in the room accentuates her soft curves and my body stirs in response.

  Resting my arms behind my head, I keep my voice low like the moment seems to call for. “Tell me how you feel.”

  She glances beside me and I know she’s looking at the clock. “I’m a little tired, but feel good.”

  “About what I said. About marrying me one day.”

  The bed dips where she sits and she pulls her robe onto her lap, keeping her bare back exposed to me. Looking back at me over her shoulder, she says, “I like what you said.”

  “You like what I said,” I repeat, trying to figure out if that’s enough of an answer to tide me over. It’s not, so I sit up and move closer, kissing her back several times. “I meant it, Mallory. It’s been a month and I’ve been going crazy without you. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I do about you. This is real for me.”

  She turns with an intensity in her eyes, and says, “You don’t seem to understand how easily you can destroy my heart and yet I’ve handed it over to you on a silver platter. I feel nuts sometimes, like I should protect myself, but I can’t because I love you too much, so don’t doubt my sincerity or my feelings for you.”